Challenge: Tender Is the Night
I have tons to do this evening, so let’s see what I can come up with in a jiffy! I’ll return to make the corrections. 😛
The fragrance of jasmine and honeysuckle were heavy in the air as he roamed the French Quarter like a predator. And he was a predator, a predator of the night looking for prey. He needed to feed, but the night was still young and New Orleans had offered up a lot of lost souls on a plate. He just needed to find the right victim.
© La Petit Muse 2016